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by Samantha Nov 12, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I guess I can stop thinkin' of baby names. Forget about teachin' my kid how to play games. I can stop thinkin' about the life I almost created. All this pain leaves me devastated. I wanted a lil' baby boy. I could see myself buying monster truck toys. I'm not going to be a mother. I didn't make anyone a father. It makes me cry. Maybe I should've died. Maybe my baby would've lived. And slept in the crib. The one with stars and moons. This all came and went too soon.